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Tainted Driven snow, pure and untouched
Sprinkled on the grass
The headlights of the distant cars
Cast soft lights as they pass
How beautiful the whiteness is!
How innocent it seems!
For cruel reality has not appeared
To rip apart her dreams
Only fate would be so wicked
As to touch the spotless snow
Only fate would ever dare
To taint the virgin’s glow
Then life paints a crimson stain
That blots the sheet of white
A coat of shame, a blanket of pain
Lies hidden by the night
Tarnished, it is beautiful no longer
It is admired no more
And so I bow my head and weep
For the loss of something pure
